This past Saturday, my literary criticism hosted a conference on campus in order to showcase our critical term papers. Most of the planning took place largely just about a week and a half before, because, well, our professor didn’t really give us any details until then.

In any event, I ended up designing the brochure, making sure we had the facilities all lined up, writing a paper, making sure that all the submissions were in, taking care of late submissions, adding sessions, rearranging sessions, emailing everyone with the program, emailing everyone with the new program when we had more submissions the Thursday before the conference, and well, whatever else didn’t get done.

Don’t get me wrong, the other people in the class ended up with their fair share, but it just seemed like my parts of the work ended up SNAFU.

Anyways, by Friday, the programs were printed, the sessions were set, and all I had to do was finish writing the paper. I was up a good part of that night, but that even got done in time.

When I showed up Saturday morning, everything just fell into place. We had between 80 and 90 people there, including presenters, plenty of food on the snack table, some wonderful presentations, and an all around good time.

It’s funny how crazy things can get before the end, and they end up falling into place anyways. Good times, good times.